Initial D - 🅾️neshots

Shingo - A Strange Meet

(I AM SO SORRY FOR THE PICTURE ABOVE LOL)

A peculiar meet between you and Shingo causes a rockslide of events to fall into your lap...

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A quiet Sunday evening welcomed you to sit on a bench and watch the sunset on Mount Akina. You pulled out a newspaper and began to read a couple of the headlines. You yawned, a tear forming in the corner of your eye. You quickly ran your finger across your eyes to dry it. One of the headlines caught your eye. 'Mountain Racing Starts Sweeping a Crowd'. Your eyebrows furrowed at the headline. You've heard about street racing recently but never really cared to know more about it. You sighed and moved on to the backside.

Sudden chatter sounded to the left of you. You glanced over to see two men walking by your path. One had brown, short hair, sunglasses and looked around 6 foot. The other one had a menacing atmosphere. His hair was jet black, longer and parted down the middle. Looked around 5'9" and held a cigarette between his fingers. He had a snarky grin plaster all over his face. You felt a bit uneasy but still sat there enjoying the sunset.

"Haha, I nearly died laughing hearing Takeshi lose to an 86." The snarky man said. They both walked past you, not even acknowledging your existence.

"Didn't you lose to the same 86?" The brunette corrected with a laugh.

The snarky man poked his elbow at the brunettes side, "Shut the hell up."

You huffed and continued reading the newspaper however, the two men still conversed loudly. They took a seat on the bench to the right of you. Perfect. You thought, rolling your eyes.

"So when's your next race?" The brunette asked.

"Some dumb guy challenged me to a race at Mt. Myogi. MY HOME BASE for crying out loud!" The snarky guy took a long drag on his cigarette before blowing out a cloud of smoke. The cloud of smoke floated towards you, choking up your air. You waved your hand around to disperse it.

"Haha, I would love to see him lose to you." The brunette chuckled at the thought. They continued laughing and complaining about people.

So much for being a nice sunset. You licked your lips in slight bother. The snarky man sat closest to you, on the opposite bench. His smoke constantly blowing in your face. He was a real talker, talking endlessly about his wins and how he got so many girls. You were so close to loosing it.

"...Yeah, I ended up dumping her the day afterwards. She was so bad in bed." He barked out, not even caring about what he was saying. At this point you lost it. You gritted your teeth in anger, folded up your paper and stomped over to the men. You stood directly in front of them and cleared your throat to get their attention. The brunette lifted his glasses. The snarky man stared at you blankly.

"Do you have respect for anyone?! You've been bitching about everything and blowing smoke right in my face!"

The snarky man looked at you a bit shocked, but kept his cool, "Woah, calm down there, hun. I'm just trying to get enjoy the sunset." He lifted his hand to point at the sun just peaking above the horizon. A smug grin on his face basically asked for more.

"I was trying to enjoy it too before you arrived. Maybe you should be more polite..." you added one more thing, "...And not judge women by how well they do in bed." You crossed your hands over your chest in clear frustration.